Seniors Network

Two Confused

 The daily ritual

of something lost

 almost costs us

our sanity.

Some screams in

our heads

could never be said

to be ruled

by the thought, passivity.

 

Loud banging about,

and sometimes a shout

of frustration will ring

round the room.

Nought can be found,

and unpleasing sounds

rebound with cold negativity.

 

Blast! Blast! Blast!

We've found it at last. 

 

  

The Queue

 

I'm getting

nowhere slow

wondering where

to go.

The mug shot

in my bus pass

looks older

than I know

as I cram

the queue

of what to do

trying to keep

pace with them

and you.

On my toes

the foot in front

stops my progress

dead.

Now it's started

raining

and I wish

I was in bed.

 

 

The Queue

 

I'm getting nowhere slow

wondering where to go.

The mug shot in my bus pass looks older than I know

as I cram the queue

of what to do

trying to keep pace with them and you

On my toes the foot in front stops my progress dead

Now it's started raining and I wish I was in bed